Oh, look! Mr. Cancer’s coming back!
I thought we’d gotten rid of him.
Well, we had–for a little while.
It strikes me as unfair!
Who told you life was fair?
Anyway, folks, I’m gonna need your prayers and plenty of ’em. I’m finding it borderline impossible to put any trust in Science. God has to have a better way.
Dr. No. 1: Way, hey, looks like the cancer’s comin’ back already! There’s all sorts of treatments we can try, though. Saddle up the ambulance!
Dr. No. 2: We’ll be seeing him this afternoon. I have no idea what he’s going to say.
Somewhere off in the distance, but looming ever closer: unorthodox medical procedures, the kind regular doctors don’t approve of.
I do not want to outlive my wife. I don’t want to outlive my country. But it seems to me that my wants are irrelevant.
I would like to finish my books… but it looks like even money that I won’t.